Richard Mitchell, seeing the situation, urgently continued to persuade, "Young Master Logan, with your formidable strength, naturally you are not afraid of the Poison thorn, but it's different for the rest of us. If we work together, with Young Master Logan picking the Spiritual Medicine, and we stand guard, it would not only ensure your safety but also allow us to share in the rewards. How about we split it equally once obtained?"
Logan had already approached the Spiritual Medicine. He crouched down and carefully examined the plant. The Spiritual Medicine swayed gently in the breeze, radiating an alluring sheen as if expressing its preciousness to those around.
"Hmph, cooperate? I, Logan, have never needed to cooperate with anyone." Logan chuckled with confidence, "This Poison thorn is nothing to me."